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On the Scene with Market

Swaps

By
Desmond Fallout

The following contains: Male to female and female to male TG.

Read at your own discretion.
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The grey wolf woman plucked a blouse off the rack. Its bright red color and
flowery patterns had caught her interest. Shame she could tell it was a bad size even
before draping it against the swell of her enormous bosom. With a sad wag of her tail, it
was placed back before Rayna continued searching through the display. “You never
struck me as someone that enjoys swap marts.”

Wendel glanced over from the glass display of rings he’d been pressing his pink
bunny nose against. “They’re not my first choice for essentials. I think of them as sort of
a treasure hunt. They were also great for finding my sister's cheap Christmas presents
back on the farm.”

“Can’t argue with your draconic logic, hun.” A pair of pants hovered next to
Rayna’s hips for a few seconds. “Trying to find anything in my size sure is feels like a
long lost treasure sometimes.”

“You’re the one that takes pride in packing a whole bakery.”

The wolfess glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowed and muzzle twisted in a
knowing smile. “And you’ve never outright refused my offers of twenty-four hour cake
service.”

“I’d rather not grow a dump truck myself. Thanks.” Wendel scoffed at Rayna’s
deliberate shaking of her hips. His eyes didn’t so much as dart down out of curiosity to
watch her booty shake, unlike the pair of crows running this clothing stand.

That was fine. Rayna always took his grumpy disinterest in flirting as a challenge
more than an insult. She found many special ways to win the bunny over in their few
years as roommates by now.

“Well, I ain’t forcing you to hang around if my hot buns are so boring.” Her
pointed ears flipped upright upon spotting a rack of jeans designed for extra large
people. “Text me if you find any good food trucks. I’m starving.”

“Heh. I’ll save you a place in line.”

Wendel gave a wave as he walked off, leaving his roommate to her rummaging
for anything that might cover that thick figure. He hadn’t followed her to a swap meet for
any particular purpose, though it was as good an excuse to get in some walking
exercise as any. There was always that slime chance of finding a rare item for rock
bottom prices, or at least a gift for his landlord. A little flattery always made rent time
easier.

“Well, aren’t you a cute one!”

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The squeaky female voice got Wendel to stop a few steps from completely
bypassing the lot. It didn’t try much to stand out from the sea of canopies set up around
the parking lot. Basic folding tables were covered in a mess of unorganized items. At
first glance some antiques looked to range anywhere from last year to last century.
And all run by an opossum woman, apparently. She stood in the empty middle
space between tables like some sort of centerpiece to her wares. Inky black hair was
raised, tied back in a ponytail, showing off bright amber eyes and a wide smile full of
sharp teeth.

“Not too bad, yourself!” he returned the smirk, making a show of scanning her
body. It was a bit skinny in a way that highlighted her superior height, but not without
some subtle curves. She certainly wasn’t ashamed of them in ragged jeans and a short
tank top. “I’m guessing you’re a bit of a pack rat.”

“I don’t know. I like to think of myself as a treasure hunter.” Her needle arms
spread in a gesture to the tables around them. “After a few years you learn that just
about anything can suit someone. And make a little profit off sharing it with them too.”

Finally, a woman after his own heart. Wendel pivoted in place towards the
nearest of her collectables. Lots of statues and old table decorations, most looked to
have gotten a decent clean up job recently. “Alright, miss expert. Sell me your years of
experience.”

“Pfft! Don’t think I can’t tell someone with magic affinity from a crowd. I got just
the thing for you.”

Wendel sputtered, rocking the table with his panicked about-face. The merchant
was already bent over rummaging through a storage box to really notice the clinking of
metallic items being disturbed. “I, uh, that’s more the opposite actually. Magic really
hates me, and I’d rather do without any of it.”

“Awwww! But I was saving this for a guy like you.” The opossum stood, now
holding an idol depicting two ornate masks staring in opposite directions. “This baby is
chock full of magical energy just waiting for someone to use it.”

When she stepped forward trying to offer the item, Wendel’s butt struck the table
in his reactive retreat. Several items clattered to the floor drawing looks from other
shoppers for a brief moment. “Yeah. No! What does it even do?”

The opossum shrugged. Her quizzical gaze darted to the object she held and
back to Wendel. “I don’t know. I’m not one for magical stuff. Why are you acting like it’ll
explode?”

“I hate that that’d be one of the more positive outcomes with what magic usually
does to me.”
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“Damn! You need to invite me to some of your parties.” The merchant continued
her advance, wondering if Wendel intended to tumble over her display table in his
anxiety. “Come on. At least check it out. I can promise a good price if the effect is cool.”

Continued exclusively on my Patreon.

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